~Do to technical difficulties The Dissocial is unable to share new material this Saturday. We apologize for the inconvenience, and in replacement we offer you a look back. We sincerely hope you enjoy this re-run, and again many apologies.~

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~Do to letting time run away from me and some extra busy, I never did get a Saturday post written up for you. Sorry. But hey! Here have an old post to read! Sorry again!~

We have all seen those FB chain status out there right? Those, “re-posts this if you blah blah”. There are many, and I’m sure it would be next to impossible for one person to say they have seen them all, but I think I can say with great confidence that the majority of us have all see this one …

**Just a mom? Yes, I AM A MOM!!! That makes me an alarm clock, cook, maid, waitress, teacher, nurse, handyman, security officer, photographer, counselor, chauffeur, event planner, personal assistant, ATM, & I scare away the boogie man. I don’t get Holidays, Sick pay or Days off!! I work through the DAY n NIGHT!!! I am on call 24/7 for the rest of my life. And that’s just my First JOB…..Being A MOM!!!! I may not be anything to you but I am EVERYTHING to someone…….. Re-post if you are a PROUD MOM!!!!”**

Now I will admit that even I have copy and pasted this one. I thought it was clever and even a bit funny mixed with omg-that-is-so-true. However I will say that obviously all of us don’t truly consider ourselves to be all these things, at least not by profession. I mean it would be silly to say that we ACTUALLY believe ourselves to be large machines full of money that dispense currency to anyone who has a bank card. Also I don’t believe that we all are claiming to literally be a small device that sits on nightstands and makes a loud noise at a predetermined time, programmed by said nightstand owner. I also am a believer that daddies should be looped in here as well. Hell! I think there is even a word for both, ah yes, being a parent in general! But I think we can all agree that the idea and sentiment behind it is understood.

Having said that, I do believe there are some things that were left out. Now these things may not be as heroic as being nurses or security officers, or even as creative as being a photographer, or event planner, however I believe that these left out things are just as important.

Let us start with this. Now I know I am not the only parent out there who has little ones who like to wipe their dirty hands on your nice clean clothes, or who like to give you big awesome hugs with a face covered in chocolate. I also know I can’t be the only one who has had to, in a time of absolute necessity, use your own hand or sleeve to wipe something off their face. And I HOPE I’m not the only one who has had one of their little angels casually wander up, smile sweetly and then wipe a big fat boogey on your knee. I guess the point I am trying to get at, is that by this FB status’s logic all those things also makes us, washcloths. Alternatives you may prefer, if being a washcloth is not your thing, is Kleenex, hand towel, paper towel, or wipe. Take your pick.

Now if you are like me you may also have had moments during your life as a parent were you are laying comfortably on the ground… or couch if you prefer, and one of your children decide to see if they can master a balancing act on your back, this, makes you a tight-rope.

Along the same lines, when you are playing wildly and you have your child sit on your linked-together hands and you proceed to swing them back and forth between your legs. By that same logic you are also, a swing set.

And if we continue to go down this road you may also consider yourself a jungle gym entirely, if you have ever had one child climbing up your leg, one hanging off your outstretched arm and another using your legs as a tunnel.

I think I am a jukebox as well… except I don’t get coins to make music. My girls are always telling me to “SING!” so they can dance around the living room… I must just be really good at it… although I still haven’t figured out why, when I am singing on my own, one of them always tells me to “stop singing mom *rollingeyes*”… They did not order me to sing so I suppose I had no business doing it in the first place.

You are also a pillow, when your bitty uses your leg to lay their head down and have a snooze. You are an electrical heating blanket when you are used to snuggle up and keep cozy on the couch. You are sometimes even a full on mattresses when one of them just outright lays completely across you (I don’t mind this though, it’s a good excuse to get some shut eye as well).

Now I haven’t even touched base on being story tellers, tastes testers, bakers, hair stylists, personal shoppers and fashion consultants. Best friends, play-mates and mediators. Sales professionals and fundraisers who specialize in cookies and popcorn. And when it comes right down to it (DISCLAIMER: individuals must be 16 years or older to continue reading this sentence) we are also the Easter bunny, Santa, and the tooth fairy combined.

So you see, there is much more to being “just a parent”. You could even say, that to the mind of a child at least, being a best friend, personal play-set and someone who is willing to become a human mattress for the sake of their comfort, is probably the greatest part!